Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Helloween - Warrior

ETERNAL
FALLS THE HAMMER

This is a thrash song, see? Yes, the main riff is in a major key but can you really call it happy? Given the subject matter, it instead sounds ironic, like the triumphant martial pattern of the army falling at the battle of Waterloo.

Listen to how the sections are clearly segmented, the riff does this, the bridge that, the chorus is shouty. Just one song before, Helloween were starting to break down these chunks of song into smaller orchestral configurations. But this song is grim and linear. Lots of galloping guitar triplets. Mr. Kai Hansen is getting this sort of song out of his system as it's one of the very last straightforward bangers on record. Markus Grosskopf (bighead? That's the extent of my German) can't resist throwing in more melodic bass licks around the staccato rhythm guitar figures but that's pretty much it as far as flavour for this song. The three-part solo is remarkably uninteresting, mainly due to the weak switch-up in the rhythm pattern between part two and three. Helloween will do so much better at this sort of thing. Very soon.

Had this been the direction this band pursued, Helloween would have been remembered by obscurantist enthusiasts as an interesting second-tier speed metal band that contributed a variation to a form that, by 1987 would be considered charmingly outmoded while the death metal bands and the technothrash bands upped the ante. Like Pyracanda, perhaps.

The lyric is interesting for a few reasons.

Blackened sky a final flash

Death is in the air

Warriors without a face

Destruction everywhere

Silent
falls the hammer

Noone hears the cries

No escaping from this hell

Your prayers won't be heard...so die

Brainless cruel commanders

Sending death and pain

Soldiers only robots

Fight for their life in vain

Die, now! die, warrior!

Somewhere in the shelter sit the men

Who hold your fate in hands

Playing chess and you're the loser

You're a small pawn in their game

Somewhere in the shelter sit the men

And they don't realise

A war without survivors is a fight

That's never wonSo die!

Barren land desolate waste

Destruction is complete

Survivors creeping thru the ruins

Decaying flesh and meat

Somewhere in a shelter

Some pigs are still alive

And still they play the game

They don't give a damn

This
is a very stereotypical view of war by teenagers and that's why the
song still is resonant for me. It's not a politically informed
thesis, it is instead a sideways look into a common wound. How much
do you know about war? Do you understand the
geopolitical confluence of events that led to the second World War?
Why are some wars called 'humane' while others are considered unjust
in the eyes of history? Do you understand the functionality of war?
How supply lines work, what trench warfare is? Well, Helloween did
not. They had an open heart and open hearts are also open sores. The
colour of the lyric is existential, as expressed by someone you had
no first-hand experience with the philosophical movement. War is seen
as senseless and alienating. The motives of it are misunderstood;
Powerful men playing a sadistic game. Mom and Dad are engaging in
tactics that little Helm and little Helloween are ill-equipped to
understand. Again, the dark beauty of oblivion turns the teenager
towards a morbid fascination. "Decaying flesh and meat... they
don't give a damn... SO DIE".

It could be said that
much of Heavy Metal's fascination can be traced back to these two
words. Wielding death as a weapon. Darkness descends.

Understanding why Heavy Metal of
darkness is a dead-end requires the understanding of what wielding
death entails. The final command is self-destruction. Outward
devastation, internal desolation. Letting light in is as much a
choice as continuing to exist can be said to be a choice.

Helloween
are dabbling with death, it's fascinating. Song by song they're
shedding skin. Even by the next song to this, the light will begin
shining through the mists of oblivion. Are there better weapons to
wield than the cruel scythe of death? Helloween will make their case.
But for young Helm, and for young Helloween, up to now this record
has had to say this to us: Drugs are bad. Society misunderstands me.
My parents quarrel. Nobody gives a damn about me so I'll teach them
all by dying tragically!

The sincerity spook'd me. My ears are younger here. Less exposed than yours. Heard it differently. I surrendered. Obey'd the command to consider it as the only album/song, in existence. Stupid that. Warrior had its way. Melody forced lyric. Melody forced relentlessly.